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Jul 2016
At long last a break in the proverbial action and much-needed rest is at hand

The long scalding days that bring little relief of rain and occasional cool breeze

Rays bearing down upon us with no regard, but to claim 3rd degree burns

Seeking a shelter of brisk conditioned air to rest my tired bones and mind

Slumbering eyes transgress to a SUMMER SIESTA, rejuvenating the weary soul.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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